Explore "Especially when the October Wind" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Especially when the October wind / With frosty fingers punishes my hair, / Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire / And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, / Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, / My busy heart who shudders as she talks / Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.